He watched the little changes, the calculation, the acceptance, the fidgeting, and he found it all amusing. Humans. So fun to play with. And Maze wanted to go back to Hell... Clearly she needed to do a little more playing herself.

Another sip, then he set the glass down and rested his hand on one of Leonard's knees. Not high up, not gripping tightly, just a casual place to rest it, but he was curious if it would have the same effect on Leonard that it would on most women he knew. Seemed the man didn't have a problem with physical proximity with another male -- that usually indicated something specific. "I suppose I could be convinced to look the other way if someone were to give me a good enough reason. Tell me, Leonard, what can you do for me, mm?"